Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The roar of the V12 engine on the other end of the phone made Zhong Xiaoai's eardrums ache.

Accompanied by the coquettish laughter of several women, Wei Zixuan's lazy yet arrogant voice drifted over.

"Sister Xiao Ai, you begged me for this."

Zhong Xiaoai clenched her back teeth tightly, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.

"Young Master Wei, as long as you bring your own capital, I will hand over all the remaining assets of the Zhong family."

Her voice was hoarse, as if she were reciting her own indenture.

"Alright, stay home and wait patiently. I'll be right there to inspect the goods."

The call was abruptly ended, leaving only a busy tone on the receiver.

Two hours later.

The tranquil tree-lined avenues of the Xishan villa district were abruptly torn apart by a piercing sound.

Six pure black Rolls-Royce Phantoms, with their hazard lights flashing, stood imposingly outside the Zhong family's gate.

Leading the pack was a flashy Ferrari LaFerrari, its scissor doors slowly rising.

Several bodyguards in black immediately rushed forward and opened black umbrellas to block the cool autumn wind.

Wei Zixuan was wearing a tailored haute couture suit and had a thick Cohiba cigar in his mouth.

The Richard Miller watch on his wrist, worth millions, gleamed with a dazzling, cold light under the streetlights.

"Bang!"

The villa's door was roughly pushed open by the bodyguard, and a cold draft rushed into the luxurious living room.

Wei Zixuan swaggered across the threshold, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt as he glanced around.

The floor was covered with shards of porcelain, and several crumpled debt collection lawyer's letters.

"Tsk tsk, Sister Xiao Ai, your house looks like it's been robbed."

Wei Zixuan exhaled a thick white smoke ring, his leather shoes stepping unceremoniously onto the expensive Persian carpet.

Zhong Xiaoai quickly went to greet her, forcing out a fawning smile.

"Young Master Wei, you've finally arrived. The house is a bit messy; we haven't had time to tidy it up yet."

Hou Liangping huddled in the shadows of the corner of the living room, barefoot, his clothes wrinkled like sauerkraut.

Seeing Wei Zixuan's arrogant attitude, he didn't dare to utter a sound and shrank back against the wall.

Wei Zixuan casually pointed with the hand holding the cigar, his gaze locking onto Hou Liangping in the corner.

"Oh, isn't this Director Hou from our Supreme People's Procuratorate?"

Wei Zixuan chuckled and walked over, stepping on the broken porcelain shards scattered on the ground.

He looked down at Hou Liangping as if he were looking at a pile of stinking garbage.

"I heard you got skinned alive by some local tyrant in Handong and were chased back like a dog?"

Hou Liangping shuddered violently, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

He opened his mouth, but was so frightened by Wei Zixuan's cold gaze that he swallowed his words back.

"He's a complete waste of money. He can't even handle a country bumpkin. He's disgraced the Beijing social circles."

Wei Zixuan casually flicked the cigarette ash onto Hou Liangping's shoulder and turned away, refusing to look at him again.

Hou Liangping kept his head down, tears of humiliation welling up in his eyes, but he didn't even have the courage to flick his cigarette ash.

In the eyes of the third-generation prince, he, the once arrogant imperial envoy, was not even as good as a servant who served tea and water.

"Young Master Wei, Yan Qingfeng is no ordinary person. He holds hundreds of billions of US dollars in foreign exchange reserves."

Zhong Xiaoai lowered her posture to the lowest level and cautiously reminded him.

"His quantification machine was too ruthless; it ripped through our underwear in just one day."

"Tens of billions of dollars? A quantitative trading machine?"

Wei Zixuan burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the empty living room, carrying an air of arrogant ignorance.

He walked to the leather sofa, sat down, and crossed his legs on the marble coffee table.

"Sister Ai, are you hallucinating because of those nouveau riche?"

Wei Zixuan flicked his cigar, his eyes filled with an arrogant and overbearing look.

"In Beijing, who the hell doesn't have a business worth hundreds of billions?"

He held up three fingers and waved them in front of Zhong Xiaoai.

"This time, I'm using a 'sovereign-level private equity fund' jointly invested by several major families in Beijing."

"There's a cash pool of 150 billion yuan, all in hard currency!"

Zhong Xiaoai gasped, her previously lifeless eyes suddenly bursting with ecstatic light.

150 billion!

This is a trump card put together by several top families, enough to create a tsunami in the entire A-share market!

"What is Yan Qingfeng? He's just a country bumpkin who got lucky."

Wei Zixuan stubbed out his cigar in the crystal ashtray, stood up, and straightened the hem of his suit jacket.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll show that guy surnamed Yan what a real national team's overwhelming attack is."

The next morning at 8:00 AM.

A high-profile press conference is underway on the top floor of the Park Hyatt Hotel, Beijing's most luxurious hotel.

Dozens of media reporters with their cameras and microphones crowded below the stage, their flashes making Wei Zixuan on stage look particularly energetic.

He spoke into the microphone without even taking notes, dropping a bombshell that shocked the entire financial world.

"Starting today, the Wei family consortium will take full control of the debts and assets of all listed companies under the Chung family."

Wei Zixuan looked at the camera, a wild smile playing on his lips.

"To those overseas hot money that stir up trouble in the stock market and maliciously short sell, I only have two words for you."

"Waiting to die."

This harsh statement, cut off from the beginning and end, instantly became the front page headline of major financial media outlets.

A third-generation princeling of a powerful family, with his own capital, has entered the fray, taking over a company worth hundreds of billions!

This is not only a contest of funds, but also a clear political signal released by the top elites in Beijing.

The panic among retail investors was instantly suppressed by this strong boost.

At 9:30, the A-share market opened.

The seven stocks owned by the Zhong family have been lying on the limit down for three days, as if they were completely dead.

The moment the market opened, it was met with an unprecedented surge of buying!

Wei Zixuan didn't pay any attention to trading techniques.

He directly directed the fund managers to use a flow of 150 billion yuan to push things forward like a bulldozer!

"Eat! Eat up all the sell orders on the limit-down board!"

In the trading room, Wei Zixuan stood in front of the large screen, his face flushed with excitement.

The green line that Lingxiao Consortium had pressed firmly to the floor began to tremble violently.

The five million-lot buy order was snapped up.

Ten million sell orders were cleared instantly!

In just ten minutes, Wei Zixuan poured in over 30 billion yuan of real money.

They managed to pry a crack open in the Zhong family's stock from its bottomless bottomless limit down.

"It's hot! Young Master Wei, the stock price has turned positive!"

The trader yelled at the top of his lungs, and the entire trading room erupted in thunderous cheers.

On the candlestick chart of Great Wall Heavy Industry, a red bullish candlestick, with overwhelming momentum, soars straight into the sky.

Up three points! Up five points!

The major stock forums were in an uproar.

"The national team's in! Brothers, buy the dip! Follow Wei Shao and you'll make a killing!"

Retail investors' greed instantly overcame their fear, and a massive influx of followers flooded into the market.

The Zhong family's stock was pushed up to near the daily limit, turning a deep red.

In a luxurious private room at the Park Hyatt Hotel, the cork of a champagne bottle popped off with a "pop".

Golden liquid was sprayed onto the carpet.

Wei Zixuan, holding a wine glass, embraced two hot young models, laughing unrestrainedly.

He didn't even wait for the market to close before having his assistant put the phones on speakerphone and call major media outlets.

"Please pass on a message to Mr. Yan in Handong for me."

Wei Zixuan spoke into the phone with an air of arrogant mockery.

"The peasants of Handong just obediently play in the mud in their local area."

He took a sip of champagne, his eyes filled with arrogance.

"The waters of the capital are too deep; you can't handle them."

This arrogant provocation, carried by the network signal, instantly reached Handong, thousands of miles away.

The Lingxiao Building has eight underground floors, housing a super data center.

The pale blue light shone on Su Jianxin's refined yet depraved face.

He held a glass of iced Americano, quietly watching the few glaring red lines on the big screen.

The 150 billion yuan in support funds certainly created a lot of buzz.

Retail investors are celebrating, while Wei Zixuan is popping champagne.

The entire Beijing circle believed that the Lingxiao Consortium's quantification machine had been completely shattered.

Su Jianxin slowly took a sip of his iced coffee, chewing on the ice cubes in his mouth, making a crunching sound.

He turned his head and looked at Yan Qingfeng, who was sitting behind the control panel and hadn't said a word.

"Master Yan, the Crown Prince of the capital has swallowed all the bait."

Su Jianxin pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a fierce glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"All 150 billion cubic meters of fresh water has been poured into the pool."

Yan Qingfeng leaned back in the large leather chair, holding a half-full glass of Romanée-Conti in his hand.

He looked at the arrogant news screenshot of Wei Zixuan on the screen, a cold smile as if he were looking at a dead man curling up at the corner of his mouth.

He gently swirled the wine in his glass, and the scarlet liquid left a perfect streak on the glass.

Yan Qingfeng raised his eyelids and parted his thin lips slightly.

"Close the net."